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You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Still
Knew
Forward
Pumping
Anything
Choices
Choice
Blowing
Heart
Moving
Couldn
Lungs
Long
Death
Short
Filling
Something
Felt
Stay
Carried
Like
Didn
Move
Envy
Thought
Blood
Kept
Stills
Stand
Tried
Pang

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